She once was pure prose, love-smitten Stuffed in a drawer, well hidden An ocean of words wading Her cherub muscles fading August sun brought acoustic Pulled her strings, gave her music She once was pure prose, love-smitten Stuffed in a drawer, well hidden © 2022 selmamartin.com
Written for dVerse, where this week we’re talking about an invented poetry form
called Octelle, created by Emily Romano. The poem consists of eight lines and uses
personification and symbolism in a telling manner.
The syllable count structure is 8, 8, 7, 7, 7, 7, 8, 8,
the rhyme scheme is aa/bb/cc/aa,
and the first two lines and last two are identical.
Thanks for the lovely prompt, dear Grace. I enjoyed this one tremendously. Yay!
Thanks for reading, everyone,
and enjoy what’s left of the season.
I wish you miracles.
I’m a simple woman who dares to see the beauty in ordinary. I’d love to connect with you and like pen pals, I want something beautiful to blossom between us. Will you join me? Selma is my middle name. Its meaning—peaceful, complete, are euphoric affirmations I like to think of myself as having. They compliment the joy I feel when I write. I sincerely hope you decide to join me on my writing journey. I Wish You Miracles.
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Lovely flow and form, Selma. Beautiful.
‘ppreciate your kind words, sir.
Most welcome, Selma. Always. xoxo
simply gorgeous imagery, Selma!
<3
David
Thanks, dearly. Glad you thoughts so. 💗
Love this poem. A unique idea
Glad you loved it. Thanks, Sadje. xoxo
You’re welcome Selma
This was beautiful, Selma. I love how the words came to life and transformed into music.
Absolutely beautiful , Selma.💕
This is gorgeous, it literally oozes from the page
A beautiful write, Selma. I love this line: “She once was pure prose, love-smitten” and the image of “cherub muscles” is so endearing 🙂 <3 And you always nail the form!
Always music waiting to happen. (K)
I liked “an ocean of words wading” then we see the transformation. Seems rather biblical to me as the word started it all! ❣️
A delightful poem, Selma! The gorgeous imagery is vivid and easily visualized. Thank you for posting the instructions. I took notes and may try to write an Octelle sometime.
This is absolutely stunning work done, Selma! ❤❤❤
Wonderful title, Selma. I like how she expands through the course of the octelle. A joyful expansion.
p.s. This is Li/Lisa (anonymous above) for some reason WP glitching…
How I love this, Selma! Beautiful imagery.
Words set free….its a beautiful thing!
Your poem followed so well. This is my favorite part:
August sun brought acoustic
Pulled her strings, gave her music
How lovely, to be music 🥰
This is gorgeous, Selma! A lot of emotion and imagery packed in those well-written lines.
The repeating lines are my favorite! Gorgeous octelle, Selma ❤️
Thanks dearly. Glad you read 👏
Thanks for reading. I appreciate you saying that. Blessings, Jay. Xo
oh this is pure brilliance Selma. Love the usage of words.. “Stuffed in a drawer, well hidden
An ocean of words wading
Her cherub muscles fading” 💖💖💖💖
Lovely verse and flower. 🙂